Luyện nghe bài hát My Hometown

I was eight years old and running with a dime in my
the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man
I'd sit on his lap in big old Buick and steer as we drove through town
He'd tousle my hair and say son, take a good look around, is your hometown
Your
This is your
is your hometown

In `65 tension was high at my high school
There was lots of fights between and whites
There was you could do
Two cars at a on a Saturday night, in the back seat there was a gun
Words were passed in a blast
And troubled times had to my hometown
My
My
My

Now Main whitewashed windows and vacant stores
Seems like there ain't nobody wants to come down no more
They're closing down the textile mill the railroad tracks
Foreman says jobs are going boys and they ain't coming back
To hometown
Your
hometown
Your

Last me and Kate, we laid in bed
about getting out
Packing up our bags and maybe heading
I'm thirty-five, we got a boy, of our own now
Last night I sat him up behind the wheel and said son a good look around
This is hometown